Watching the post-impeachment nightmare this morning in my hungover state (never EVER drink beer on top of any kind of cough syrup), I prepared this journal entry about the complete moral bankruptcy of both political parties in the U.S.
Then I re-read it and it sounded incredibly pretentious. I decided I make a lousy political commentator. However, I went ahead and archived it, in case you’re inordinantly interested and still want to read it.
What I’m now concerned with is the fact that I’ve had my crotch and/or ass grabbed in bars more times this weekend than any time in recent memory. By complete strangers. By people I had not so much as looked at. By really drunk nasty trolls.
Is it the Christmas intoxication factor? Or did I just look that available? It can’t be that I looked so enticing, ‘cuz I didn’t. What’s the deal here?
Anyhow, I made it home safely. Now I’m gonna watch “Cannon” and go to bed.
